I feel like an outcast in many ways in my new home. I mean, the bright side has been the new clothes and stuff. Hell, I'd been borrowing/sharing my mom's MacBook Pro and I can't wait to get my own. But what's happened over the course of the month, has made two things perfectly clear: A: My family has its own way of seeing things and B: It is impossible, nay absolutely impossible for them to see things from my prospective. C: They however, want me to adopt their prospective as my own. That's impossible, I can't do it. So, there were a couple of incidents in question. One day, the family and I were talking about an incident that occurred 4 years ago, when I was living with the family in Levittown, PA. Simply put, my little brother broke up with a chick and single me, tried to hit up on the chick(and by hit up, I sent a facebook message.) Well, my little brother didn't like it and a few years later(IE: This month), I found out why as my family has this insane idea that essentially, whoever any other family member once dated(IE: They dated, they broke up, for whatever reasons) is off limits. Basically, my family is rather possessive of their former love interests, unhealthily so in my opinion. In their view, it'd be "nasty" if I dated one of their ex's which is absurd, it's not like I'm committing incest or anything. Regardless of whoever who dated who, if two people are single(and legal and consensual), if they want to explore an opportunity they should be able to. But to me, it's more than their former love interests, I do think that it applies to literally anyone they've ever been in contact with. Rather than letting the at-home nurse tell me if she was uncomfortable or not, my family essentially tried to lie behind my back about the situation. Yeah, that's real swell lol. Then there's what happened today. My mother, is someone who's on and off. She claims not to be too politically motivated, but on other times she takes those topics. And well, what's happening in Minneapolis you can imagine. Now being on here, and being who most PF'ers know who I am, it goes without saying that I wouldn't mind broaching the topic in a family discussion. But there's a little context needed to understand the absurdity and the hurt of what happened: My great grandparents were german, my grandmother was German(and honestly, the inter-racial dating of the family started there as my grandmother dated an African-American and out came my mom) and my mom of course continued the trend(hence why she's 100% confident in my having African-American heritage.) So from my mother's prospective, to be blunt she wants nothing to do with that German(or aka: white) ancestry(which is fair enough of course), but as we discussed the Floyd case, she started talking more in general terms about systematic racism and oppression. My thoughts on these topics as it relates to general America is simple: I believe that if you follow the law, you act accordingly then you will be treated fairly well. Of course, some won't treat you well but that's not a reason to go out hating life in general. But then it got to a deeper sense of her believing that I belong to the 'generations' of other minorities, and that I should be obligated accordingly to those generations. To me(and I said this to her), she values me less as an individual, and more as a part of a generation. It became clear, that the more I expressed my individuality, the more disappointed she was that I wasn't a tribal person and that I don't support that idea at all. I mean, these are first world problems but it's a big adjustment going from my grandmother, who promoted my individual values(even if they couldn't really be prominent in poverty), to living with my mother and now in relative financial comfort, but my individual value might as well be thrown in a pond like a rock. I mean, I know she loves me, she says she loves me but I wonder if she loves my 'status' as her son, more than her actual son itself.